Last month I attended a fabulous writing retreat in La Grange, Texas, with a group of Austin friends. Lots of fun yet productive, in a beautiful setting. The cabin, though, is affectionately known as "The Lodge of Death."
P.J. Hoover had been before and has posted some
great write-ups of the retreat.
Allow me to share some samples of the decor that give the cabin its nickname:
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| Yes, it's a fawn in it's natural habitat, a flower-filled rowboat. |
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| ...it's even better close up. Pretty sure it's smiling. |
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| Every bathroom should have a baby doll in a teepee |
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| ...unless it's a bathroom decorated with camouflage paint and antlers. |
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| We even had fancy robes. |
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| Light fixture too plain? Add more antlers. |
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And that's what's been missing from my flower arrangements too.
Antlers. |
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| I know that expression doesn't look natural, but this is how they look when they're giving a bleat-out to the ladies. |
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| Kind of wanted to pull the glue off the raccoon's leg, but also kind of worried that was the only thing holding him together. |
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This makes the bedroom more cozy.
Who wouldn't want this staring at you while you try to sleep? |
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| Oh I see, it's a book rack. A really inefficient book rack. |
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| Wait, that's better. |
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| This guy has not seen the inside of the cabin. |
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| And yes, there was even a framed print of a dog smoking a pipe. |
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| But this was my view where I wrote from the screened-in porch. |
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My own contribution, the taxidermied wasp.
Okay, it's dead wasp on an index card, but I'm pretty proud. |
As you see, lots of character in the place. Sure, most of the characters were stuffed and mounted, but I can't wait to go back!
